I watch him as he rounds the front of the truck and gets in the driver’s seat after shutting my door.
He pulls out of the parking lot and into traffic onto 3rd. He heads toward the bridge, and I panic for a second, thinking he’s taking me back to my dorm. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave him.
“Um… where are we going?”
“Oh?” My excitement ratchets up a notch, and my pussy begins to throb.
“I know that seems forward, but I swear to you I’m not trying anything; I just thought we’d be more comfortable.”
“You could try something,” I say before I can stop myself. He makes a rumbling noise, and it startles me. My eyes dart to him, and I see all the veins in his forearm clearly as he grips the steering wheel with white knuckles.
“Tiza,” he growls, his voice practically thundering in the cab of the truck. I gasp. It’s the first time he’s ever said my Christian name, and I love how it sounds to him. I always thought it was a weird name that sounded ditzy, but when he says it, all I want to do is hear it again.
“Yes,” I prompt after neither of us say anything.
“You can’t say that to me.” He’s crossed the bridge and is pulling into the back lot behind his building. His apartment is right above the pizza place where I work part-time.
“Why can’t I say it, especially since I want you?” I unbuckle my seatbelt so that I can move a little closer to him. “Will you kiss me?” He makes a strangled sound, and for a second, I think he is choking, but he’s not. He pulls me over the center console and onto his lap while pushing his seat all the way back. The move feels practiced, but I won’t judge him for having a past.
All of a sudden, I can feel his cock digging into my barely covered, barely legal pussy, and I know I’m drenched. I have been feeling the sticky mess since he walked into that lecture hall. Surely, he can feel the dampness at my crotch. God, how embarrassing. Before I can think too much about that, his lips are on mine. They are gentle at first, brushing over my lips with a feathery lightness, but that quickly changes. My hands go to his shoulders, and I moan into his mouth. He uses that moment to push his tongue into my mouth, and I kiss him back with everything in me. His hands slide under my t-shirt, palming my boobs. I didn’t bother with a bra because I hate wearing them. Good thing my B’s are perky enough.
Goodness gracious, this feels amazing. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good. Can I die just from his touch? He growls, and the next thing I know, my shirt is torn in two and discarded on the passenger seat. Why am I so turned on by that caveman move?
I moan as he pulls my left nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it, teasing it until it's a hard peak. Then he moves to the other. The moan that comes out of my body is otherworldly. He lifts his head, and I look down at him. He looks like he just realized we are in a car in a dark parking lot. It’s not even that late, but everything closes up early around here on weeknights. He pulls away from me. I boldly hold his head in place.
“Please don’t stop,” I say. He grins at me, pulling my nipple back into my mouth and biting it hard. His long, thick fingers trail down my stomach, sending chills and fire through my veins. How is that even possible? He reaches my thighs and rubs my skin where my skirt ends. He pushes my skirt up slowly. Too slowly. Every inch of my body sizzles with anticipation. When he finally gets up around my hips, he kisses me again and dips his fingers under the lace edge of my black panties, stilling once he reaches my pussy.
“Jesus Christ,” he curses. The naughtiness of him saying that makes me even wetter. I don’t know what that says about me, and right now, I don’t care. “So fucking wet for me, Tiza.”
“Mmm.” That's all I can manage right now. His finger pushes into me slowly, stretching me. I’ve only tentatively rubbed my clit before now; this invasion is new. It’s perfect because it’s him.
“How are you so tight?” he asks. I know he’s not looking for an answer, and I know I should tell him I'm a virgin, but for some reason, I don't.
Though I don't know what I'm doing, I frantically open his khakis. I moan when I come into contact with his huge, throbbing cock.